LitShark
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“The desires of the flesh are not to be shunned and hidden, but rather embraced and cherished.” Ethan Paige’s melodic baritone filled the amphitheater washing over the awestruck onlookers. “The Temple of Aphrodisia is a place to embrace those urges and desires and transform your Earthly coil into a vessel for a new liberated soul.”
Ethan “Pervert” Paige, that’s what his peers had called him back in Crossacre Nebraska. Perv, Pervy, Pervatron, oh how creative they’d been in their ruthless ridiculing him back then. Nobody called him names anymore, they called him Sir, Lord or Master. Ethan had moved on after leaving that po-dunk shit-hole and gone on to found the Temples of Aphrodisia, the fastest growing religion in years. Detroit had been the first Temple of Aphrodisia, it was easy enough to conceal among the derlique slums of the South-West side, and it was the perfect place to begin his dream after he graduated from Michigan.
The ridicule of the others had driven him, molded him, made him something worse than what they said he was. He majored in psychology and human-sexuality, studying various cults, religions and dogma in his “spare time”. His sharp mind and newly acquired knowledge made it easy to influence a select few to join him.
“Come children of the flesh, receive your holy sacrament and live blessed!” Ethan looked somewhat terrifying as he loomed over the huddled mass of bodies, clad only in a long heavy black cloak and cowl.
The cloak Ethan wore was open and he wore nothing underneath, being lit from below as he was he looked like some arcane monolith, protecting the holy secrets of his Dogma. At his feet two women clung to his robes, whimpering and moaning as he spoke. These “priestesses” wore similar robes, only theirs were silk and blood red colored.
The “sacrament” of which Ethan spoke emerged from under the altar in the form of a small crystal vial filled with a viscous red liquid. The crowd of naked disciples below huddled even closer as the vial came into view, their nude bodies already writhing together as one living mass of flesh.
The vial contained Ethan’s own unique drug cocktail, and arguably the main reason these Temples of Aphrodisia had spread so quickly. Ethan’s room-mate in college had been a chemist, and after graduating he had been commissioned to create a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, strong enough to make level headed people into addicts after one experience.
Lyle (the chemist) created this fluid for Ethan using GHB, LSD, Ecstasy, Acid and the active ingredient in mushrooms to create a hybrid date-rape, mind-fuck cocktail. Just a drop would transport the user to another world, where their eyes created glorious spectacles and every sensation of pleasure was magnified immensely.
Lyle and Ethan had both become very rich men through marketing their cult. Addiction to the “Holy Aphrodisiac” would bring people back time and time again, allowing Ethan to brainwash eager young junkies with his unique religion.
Once members of the “flock” became fully engrossed in their web of illusion and blind faith, they would commit themselves and all of their possessions to the Temple, forsaking their Earthly goods, finances and belongings. These Disciples would live at the Temple and seek advancement to priesthood through their work at spreading the word of Aphrodisia.
It was easy to see how this religion had spread its influence beyond its humble beginnings in Detroit to have Temples in Sao Paulo, Brazil; London, England and Osaka, Japan. Devouring more money, property and influence along the way.
The throng of minions before Ethan was now crowding around and beginning to sweat in their ceremonial orgy. Each of Ethan’s disciples would step forward to receive a drop of the “Holy Aphrodisiac” on their tongue and then plunge themselves into the rolling, writhing ball of flesh and sex. Inhibitions forgotten and minds clouded, the mass heaved and writhed with a hedonistic and reckless intensity.
The Priestesses at Ethan’s feet gratefully lapped up several drops of the elixir from his generous and rapidly hardening shaft. Ethan then indulged in a few drops for himself as he let his head roll back and a sigh escape him.
The next conquest for Ethan would be his ultimate redemption: opening a Temple in his hometown of Crossacre. He would make slaves of the same people who had mocked him years ago for being different, for being sexually aware.
Deep down there was something even greater than vengeance that drove Ethan to this next move… The lingering thought, the lasting desire, the silent hope that perhaps She would still be there.
“The desires of the flesh are not to be shunned and hidden, but rather embraced and cherished.” Ethan Paige’s melodic baritone filled the amphitheater washing over the awestruck onlookers. “The Temple of Aphrodisia is a place to embrace those urges and desires and transform your Earthly coil into a vessel for a new liberated soul.”
Ethan “Pervert” Paige, that’s what his peers had called him back in Crossacre Nebraska. Perv, Pervy, Pervatron, oh how creative they’d been in their ruthless ridiculing him back then. Nobody called him names anymore, they called him Sir, Lord or Master. Ethan had moved on after leaving that po-dunk shit-hole and gone on to found the Temples of Aphrodisia, the fastest growing religion in years. Detroit had been the first Temple of Aphrodisia, it was easy enough to conceal among the derlique slums of the South-West side, and it was the perfect place to begin his dream after he graduated from Michigan.
The ridicule of the others had driven him, molded him, made him something worse than what they said he was. He majored in psychology and human-sexuality, studying various cults, religions and dogma in his “spare time”. His sharp mind and newly acquired knowledge made it easy to influence a select few to join him.
“Come children of the flesh, receive your holy sacrament and live blessed!” Ethan looked somewhat terrifying as he loomed over the huddled mass of bodies, clad only in a long heavy black cloak and cowl.
The cloak Ethan wore was open and he wore nothing underneath, being lit from below as he was he looked like some arcane monolith, protecting the holy secrets of his Dogma. At his feet two women clung to his robes, whimpering and moaning as he spoke. These “priestesses” wore similar robes, only theirs were silk and blood red colored.
The “sacrament” of which Ethan spoke emerged from under the altar in the form of a small crystal vial filled with a viscous red liquid. The crowd of naked disciples below huddled even closer as the vial came into view, their nude bodies already writhing together as one living mass of flesh.
The vial contained Ethan’s own unique drug cocktail, and arguably the main reason these Temples of Aphrodisia had spread so quickly. Ethan’s room-mate in college had been a chemist, and after graduating he had been commissioned to create a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, strong enough to make level headed people into addicts after one experience.
Lyle (the chemist) created this fluid for Ethan using GHB, LSD, Ecstasy, Acid and the active ingredient in mushrooms to create a hybrid date-rape, mind-fuck cocktail. Just a drop would transport the user to another world, where their eyes created glorious spectacles and every sensation of pleasure was magnified immensely.
Lyle and Ethan had both become very rich men through marketing their cult. Addiction to the “Holy Aphrodisiac” would bring people back time and time again, allowing Ethan to brainwash eager young junkies with his unique religion.
Once members of the “flock” became fully engrossed in their web of illusion and blind faith, they would commit themselves and all of their possessions to the Temple, forsaking their Earthly goods, finances and belongings. These Disciples would live at the Temple and seek advancement to priesthood through their work at spreading the word of Aphrodisia.
It was easy to see how this religion had spread its influence beyond its humble beginnings in Detroit to have Temples in Sao Paulo, Brazil; London, England and Osaka, Japan. Devouring more money, property and influence along the way.
The throng of minions before Ethan was now crowding around and beginning to sweat in their ceremonial orgy. Each of Ethan’s disciples would step forward to receive a drop of the “Holy Aphrodisiac” on their tongue and then plunge themselves into the rolling, writhing ball of flesh and sex. Inhibitions forgotten and minds clouded, the mass heaved and writhed with a hedonistic and reckless intensity.
The Priestesses at Ethan’s feet gratefully lapped up several drops of the elixir from his generous and rapidly hardening shaft. Ethan then indulged in a few drops for himself as he let his head roll back and a sigh escape him.
The next conquest for Ethan would be his ultimate redemption: opening a Temple in his hometown of Crossacre. He would make slaves of the same people who had mocked him years ago for being different, for being sexually aware.
Deep down there was something even greater than vengeance that drove Ethan to this next move… The lingering thought, the lasting desire, the silent hope that perhaps She would still be there.
